Learn how to love (Dream Team fanfic)

Chapter 32 ~ Aftermath

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It was odd for Dream to not go to George's room as he usually did. The place that he felt most at home was now somewhere he avoided at all costs.

He walked faster down the hall when passing it, and pretended no one was living in there, thinking of him. It wasn't like he didn't want to talk to him of course, in fact, it was greatly the opposite.

But the look on George's face, all that mental suffering he'd caused. He felt it best to leave him be, ignoring his own cowardice that was truly behind it all.

George hadn't left his room.

Overthinking and stressing. He dreaded the day he would need to come out, a need for a new item forcing them on another adventure where he'd have to face his two best friends with the guilt of his biggest mistake yet. He be forced to see him again. Sapnap would be there, the only provided comfort he was absolutely sure of despite how he'd inevitably hurt Sapnap too if he were to find out.

Everything else that went through his mind felt unsafe. He overthought so much, he didn't know what to believe. It was all so terribly unsure.

But George was not a quitter. There had to be a way to fix this. So day after day, he sat in his room, not bothering to eat or sleep for that matter, to find a way to make this work. The only thing keeping him going was his grit, desperate to find an answer that he was sure could save them. 

    Sapnap and Bad had long noticed something wrong between. In fact, it was the moment the two had stepped through the door on that late-night in which they returned from their adventure three days ago. Their first indication, was that neither of them had even brought back the item they needed to.

Second, and definitely most flabbergasting, was their avoidance of one other. George had gone straight to his room, and Dream to the kitchen, drinking 3 bottles of water before hurrying up to his own room.  

Finally third, was their lack of common sense. If the others hadn't been clear enough of a giveaway, the way the two boys were acting surely were.

George hadn't left his room. The only one in the house brave enough to enter had been Bad, who had left a bowl of soup on his nightstand, before hurrying out.

He had later reported to Sapnap that it had been surprisingly clean in his room, and to Sapnaps scoff assured it was even cleaner than George's regular "clean." There was nothing out of place, except for George of course.

Though he hadn't gotten a good look at him since he'd moved swiftly to not disturb the other, he came to notice as his hand was already closing the door that George had never even really seen him.

He then, stole his moment to get a good look at him.

George stared into space, eyes puffy and red, his hands gripping the sheets of his bed like if he let go, he'd either lose his train of thought, or fall out of existence completely.

Bad concluded that if he hadn't come out in 2 more days, he was sending Sapnap in to talk to him.

    Dream was a whole other conversation. They saw him much more than they had seen George, but he was clearly off as well, seemingly forgetting almost everything he was doing.

He'd walk into a room, walk around a couple of times, and then leave, without purpose to why hed entered in the first place.

He would often not notice the other's were there, and when they offered conversation, it would take them more than once to say his name, before his eyes refocused, shaking his head a bit and running a hand through his hair as he apologized, and asked them to repeat themselves.